Page 108 of Don't Go Breaking My Heart
She’s driving me insane.
Her hand wraps around my cock beneath the water, stroking me slow and steady, like we’re having a casual chat about the weather. Like she isn’t fisting my dick while our roommate guzzles beer ten feet away and some dude is tossing a tennis ball for the dog.
My hand flies to her hip, gripping hard, holding her in place as her hand works me beneath the water, each slow, torturous stroke making my pulse pound harder. Hotter.
“Keep it up,” I warn, my fingers circling her clit beneath the water, rubbing slow and steady, matching the rhythm of her hand on my cock. “And I’ll fuck you right here.”
She shudders, her hips rocking against my hand, her nails digging into my shoulder. “Someone would see.”
“Let them,” I boast.
Poppy rolls her eyes. “That’s the last thing you’d want.”
True.
I push a finger inside her while my thumb rubs her, finding that spot that makes her hips jerk, makes her flesh prickle.
“You going to come for me, Poppy?” I whisper, my lips dragging over her jaw, my tongue flicking against her ear. “You going to come with our roommate thirty feet away?”
Her entire body goes taut, hips rocking against my hand while she strokes my cock and I lean forward so I can run mytongue up the side of her neck… licking… sucking… no longer giving a shit.
But then?—
“CANNON-FUCKIN-BALL!”
A massive wall of water crashes over us, a tidal wave of cold, chlorinated shock slamming into my face and breaking us apart.
“Shit!” Poppy gasps, her grip on me gone as she flails, wiping the water out of her eyes.
My vision clears in time to see my dipshit roommate bobbing up to the surface, grinning like a maniac, wild blond hair plastered to his forehead.
“Dude!” Cash shouts, swimming toward us and throwing an arm around my shoulders and nearly taking me under with his weight. “Did you see that? Fuckin’ nailed it!”
I force a grin, jaw clenched.
“Yeah, I saw.” My cock is shriveling beneath the water, every inch of me painfully aware of the fact that Poppy is now floating several feet away, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide and wild. “Totally nailed it.”
Cash shoves a hand through his hair, sending another spray of water over both of us, like he’s a goddamn Labrador shaking off a bath.
“Man, that was epic!” he shouts, completely oblivious to the tension simmering between me and Poppy. “You shoulda seen your faces! Priceless!”
Fucking idiot.
She’s drifting away, pulling herself up onto the edge of the pool with shaky arms, her wet hair sticking to her cheeks, her chest heaving beneath the soaked fabric of her bikini. I can still see the flush on her cheeks, the way her thighs trembled when I had my fingers inside her.
And now she’s wrapping herself in a towel, glancing around like she can’t believe what almost happened. Like she’s embarrassed. Or worse—like she regrets it.
Fuck that.
“Yo!” Cash’s voice cuts through my thoughts like a chainsaw. “Pool volleyball! Everyone grab a side! Skin versus skins!”
A bunch of the guys whoop and holler, diving into the water, sending up more splashes that sting my eyes. Paul is already heading toward the net, grabbing one end and pulling it across the pool, stringing it up like he thinks he’s the MVP of a backyard beer league.
Me? All I can think about is how to get Poppy alone.
I push a hand through my wet hair, forcing a grin that feels as fake as Cash’s designer sunglasses. “Yeah, man,” I say, slapping Cash on the back. “Sounds awesome.”
Cash grins, winking. “Hell yeah! You and Paul are team captains. Pick your teams!”
